It’s still March in Wisconsin, but officially spring is here. It arrived late last night, so this is the first full day of spring.
Other springs haven’t been so cold. Some years spring came too early and messed up the blooming of our apple and pear trees. The blossoms came and then came a frost. That was the year without fruit.
It’s hard to say what weather will come next, but no matter, you can’t do much about the weather.
We can look forward to better days. I’m positive those will come, too.
Patience is what we need.
Dance, even if in your living room. (Our dog Sunny thinks I’m crazy when I’m dancing around the kitchen, but that’s okay. I got him to move, too. He followed me around from room to room trying to get the treat I offered him, so he was dancing with me even if he didn’t know it.)
I’ve heard odd noises outside our house before, but last night really made me think.
First, two neighborhood Tomcats had a face-off. Their yowling on our front porch reminded me of the sound of howling coyotes but worse because it was on our front steps
This time there was no brawling, thank goodness–I hate it when fur flies.
I went out to shoo them away. At least they could take their argument elsewhere. (They are the two who haven’t been neutered yet, but I have an eye on them.)
Later, I was quietly writing on my laptop at the kitchen table. It was very dark outside–no moon. This time the noise from the porch was different. It was loud and scrapping. It made me catch my breath.
Then I realized what it was.
I turned on the outside light and saw two raccoons finishing up the cat food crumbs the cats had left. As they ate they moved the heavy old enamel meat trays I feed the cats on.
The two raccoons looked up at me.
I walked away and let them finish.
The next time I looked, one was up on the birdfeeder, finishing the food there, too.
Yes, Sunnybook Farm is where the wild things are. If I have to go outside after dark, I make a lot of noise. The wild things scatter and don’t bother me.